Today’s Tale is based on a picture prompt. The one I chose is an old train station. I’m still working on the Pensacola based story. Interestingly, one of the hotels in downtown is built attached to the restored downtown train station. This station has been around a long time and when the hotel was built, the builder made the station the lobby entrance. It’s a beautiful place and I’m happy to have worked it into my story both with this photo and with the plot I already had in my head when the picture was posted. Read the other posts here. We are limited to 300 words for the picture prompts so I had to cut out a lot of the action of the scene to get that short.
She ran on, her feet thudding across the sidewalk near the civic center and across the street to the hotel that was constructed from an old train station. One foot hurt and she limped a little in a funky loping run. She would’ve laughed if she wasn’t in so much danger and if she didn’t hurt so bad.
As she moved toward the train station, Margot didn’t hear anyone pursuing her but didn’t take the chance to look over her shoulder as she pumped her legs to get herself to safety. No reason to waste those precious seconds.
Arriving at the door to the hotel lobby, Margot flung it open and stepping inside the lobby, almost fell due to the slickness of the tile floor and her ruined shoes. She chanced a look at what she could see of herself and was appalled to find sticks caught in the hem of her dress and clinging to her little cover-up sweater. Dirt streaked down her legs and one shoe was missing a heel. She couldn’t begin to imagine what her hair and face showed of her ordeal in the cemetery but she was positive that she would frighten small children and maybe even grown men.
Margot walked through the lobby that was lined in deep mahogany wood and furniture that evoked the years the train station was operational. The front desk had to be through this foyer, she was sure it had to be close. She hobbled on.